Chapter 934: Lin Nuo’s Grave

Chapter 934: Lin Nuo’s Grave

Chopped, really chopped.

As the Sharp Sword fell, Lin Nuo saw Su Kexin’s blood, but it did not trigger her explosive power. She acted like an ordinary female cultivator, injured and clutching her wound.

Is this for real?

Usually, Lin Nuo would finish her off right away—one chop wasn’t enough? Just do it again!

But this time, he hesitated.

This situation was strange; it wasn’t just a matter of finishing her off. Who knew what would happen if he did too much? A counterattack?

He had suffered enough in his last life.

“Your strength is more than this, so why act like this?” Lin Nuo quipped.

“You really are strong, Lin Nuo.”

“What are you saying? I’m asking you, still putting on an act? You think I haven’t learned my lesson before?”

Lin Nuo deliberately jumped back, keeping a safe distance—he couldn’t afford to get countered.

“This is my true power. To be honest, without Spirit Technique assistance, this is my formal duel with you. Ultimately, I’m still much weaker.”

Red blood dripped from Su Kexin’s wound, but her face showed no pain, as if she was enduring it.

This woman is quite tough.

Her mind was probably scheming something.

“Is that something you should say? Aren’t you invincible? And yet I’m the weak one?”

Did she knock her head silly?

A moment ago, she was full of herself, acting like she controlled the heavens, with everything bending to her will.

At that moment, Su Kexin regained her composure, took up the Sharp Sword, seemingly oblivious to her pain, and charged at Lin Nuo.

Lin Nuo didn’t attack but dodged left and right, planning to wear Su Kexin out, noticing she was injured.

She couldn’t even hit him before; now, it was even worse—she was just being toyed with.

In the end, her blood was all over the ground, and losing too much made it hard for her to move.

If she really didn’t have any explosive power to protect her, with all this blood loss, she would probably be done for.

Su Kexin gasped for breath, her Spirit Sword stuck in the ground, her right hand supporting herself, struggling.

“Lin Nuo, I hope you’ll fight me again, just like before, instead of hiding…”

“Are you a masochist?”

“You…”

She struggled to stand and desperately ran towards Lin Nuo again, but her speed was extremely slow. Even an average cultivator would find it hard to hit her.

Fine, let’s give you a cut.

Lin Nuo directly hurled the Spirit Sword at Su Kexin, hitting her vital point. Blood gushed out again, and she fell into a pool of blood.

She didn’t get back up.

Really done for?

So simple?

Lin Nuo couldn’t understand her actions; without Spirit Technique assistance, she was just a masochist—nothing else.

He couldn’t be bothered to check on her status and just sat to one side, leaving the sword where it lay. He gazed at the white, misty cliff below. Clearly, he had chopped her down, but there was no excitement in him.

After all, it was fake; nothing to get excited about. He hadn’t killed her in her explosive state, so everything was just an illusion.

He just waited for her to explode back into existence, then he’d send her off again.

However, things didn’t unfold as he expected. Su Kexin’s body gradually faded, ultimately disappearing.

Gone?

Lin Nuo was surprised; what was going on now?

Then the space around him began to fade too, until it vanished.

And he was transported to another place.

It was a mountain clearing, lush and vibrant, with a spring breeze blowing and peach blossoms floating down, everything felt so peaceful.

Gone was the anxiety and unease; it seemed he had retreated from the bustling city into the countryside, free from strife and bloodshed, with no signs of injury.

Where is this?

The sun shone in Lin Nuo’s eyes; he couldn’t open them for a bit, but quickly adapted to the brightness.

He discovered a grave before him with some words engraved on it.

Curiously, he walked over to take a look and noticed it had his name written on it, but not much else—just a simple inscription.

What the heck, who dug this grave for me? Preemptively celebrating my death?

There were various fresh flowers in front of the grave, no weeds at all; it seemed well maintained.

“Who did this?”

Lin Nuo wasn’t sure, but soon he began to find answers.

He saw a mature Su Kexin walking toward the grave.

Lin Nuo’s first reaction was: This woman specially created an illusion, setting up a grave for him—was she here to disturb him? To prevent Lin from having any peace?

So malicious!

Didn’t you just die? Now you’re back?

Told you, it was all fake; how could it be that easy to kill her?

“Su Kexin, you’re still alive? Is this grave for real? Planning to finish me off here?”

“Not at all. This is your grave.”

Su Kexin replied blankly; at that moment, a woman walked over, holding flowers.

Lin Nuo looked closer; it was his mother, Xia Hanmo.

But she looked much older and worn out, as if showing the passage of many years.

This woman didn’t notice Lin Nuo or Su Kexin; she walked to the grave, placed the flowers down, and whispered something he couldn’t catch.

“Who are you?”

Lin Nuo asked, but she didn’t respond. When he reached out to touch her, his hand merely passed through her body, as if he were a ghost.

“Alright, it’s all fake. This illusion is real.”

“It is. But you cannot touch the reality within it.”

“Are you saying this is my afterlife?”

“Yes.”

Su Kexin nodded, confirming Lin Nuo’s thoughts.

“So, this really is my grave?”

“Yes.”

“Hah, you take my body away, yet leave me a grave? For someone like me, you’d do that?”

“Yes.”

Su Kexin replied coldly, making it hard for Lin Nuo to discern what was real.

“I’ve said, you mean a lot to me. And I will bury your body here. Do you still remember where this is?”

Su Kexin’s question made Lin Nuo feel the sea breeze approaching from nearby, along with the sound of waves hitting the shore.

Is this… Ru Yu Village?

The very place he loved as a child. He had left it behind, but he once thought, if he were to perish one day, he hoped to be buried here.

Moreover, his grandmother was buried here, a dreamlike hometown.

Speaking of which, in his previous life, after turning into a demon, he lost all news of his mother—whether she was dead or alive was still unknown.

So her appearance here was indeed surprising.

“Did the past her stay here all along?”

Lin Nuo pointed at Xia Hanmo.

“Yes.”

Su Kexin nodded,

“She’s doing well; you need not worry about her. She hasn’t seen what you’ve done, so everything she knows about you is but rumors. All she knows is that you died fighting the demon practitioners.”